ion, credulous knight?

MAJ. T.
Fiction! But the ring? the ring?

MIN.
Where is the ring that I gave back to you?

MAJ. T.
You will take it again? Ah! now I am happy... Here, Minna
(taking it from his pocket).

MIN.
Look at it first! Oh! how blind are those who will not see!... What
ring is that? the one you gave me? or the one I gave to you? Is it not
the one which I did not like to leave in the landlord's possession?

MAJ. T.
Heaven! what do I see! What do I hear!

MIN.
Shall I take it again now? Shall I? Give it to me! give it!
(Takes it from him, and then puts it on his finger herself.)
There, now all is right!

MAJ. T.
Where am I?
(Kissing her hand.)
Oh! malicious angel, to torture me so!

MIN.
As a proof, my dear husband, that you shall never play me a trick
without my playing you one in return.... Do you suppose that you
did not torture me also?

MAJ. T.
Oh you actresses! But I ought to have known you.

FRAN.
Not I, indeed; I am spoilt for acting. I trembled and shook, and was
obliged to hold my lips together with my hand.

MIN.
Nor was mine an easy part.--But come now!!!!!

MAJ. T.
I have not recovered myself yet. How happy, yet how anxious, I feel.
It is like awaking suddenly from a frightful dream.

MIN.
We are losing time... I hear him coming now.

SCENE XIII.

Count von Bruchsal (accompanied by several servants and the Landlord),
Two Servants, Werner, Just, Major von Tellheim, Minna, Franziska

COUNT. (entering).
She arrived in safety, I hope?

MIN. (running to meet him).
Ah! my father!

COUNT.
Here I am, dear Minna
(embracing her).
But what, girl
(seeing Tellheim),
only four-and-twenty hours here, and friends--company already!

MIN.
Guess who it is?

COUNT.
Not your Tellheim, surely!

MIN.
Who else!--Come, Tellheim
(introducing him).

COUNT.
Sir, we have never met; but at the first glance I fancied I recognised
you. I wished it might be Major von Tellheim.--Your hand, sir; you
have my highest esteem; I ask for your friendship. My niece, my
daughter loves you.

MIN.
You know that, my father!--And was my love blind?

COUNT.
No, Minna, your love was not blind; but your lover--is dumb.

MAJ. T. (throwing himself in the Count's arms).
Let me recover myself, my father!

COUNT.
Right, my son. I see your heart can s